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Joules, trusted by... dozens... to make a drama out of your crisis...
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I live to write. It's not wise to get in my way.
August 2011: the earlier posts in this blog are a mess, the result of me changing the format some time ago. I'm working to edit the entire blog from the beginning, but with over 4K posts and sodall time for such luxuries it's going to take a while... [02/09/16 - Now reached 09/10/2004][20/03/2019 - giving up. I don't have enough time to update the blog atm, let alone edit old entries!]
If you come across any words you don't recognise in this blog, take a look at the Taylorspeke Glossary in the left-hand infopane, you'll usually find a definition there.
First, a recommendation. Dive over to The Jonathan Day Fiction Site and try some of the stories. I love this author's writing - it's funny, bitingly witty, dryly incisive, chilling, and deliciously subversive by turns. Absolutely well worth a look!
Sunday, September 04, 2005
...mmmm... the smoke from the bonfire was wonderfully fragrant as the flames died down, a gorgeous musky, slightly sweet scent. Rosemary, definitely, but something else too, a perfume I can't quite identify.
Annoying, that. Although it's nice to have something mysterious in life.
I'm afraid of fire. It's not quite as bad a phobia as being in a small cramped place/underground, but it's still significant. I checked the bonfire at 4.45 am, on Saturday and it was still burning, primarily because the trunk from the dead lilac is still pretty much whole. Ken put that on the pyre as soon as the flames took hold: it's a very robust wood. (In fact it was still burning at 7 on Sunday morning: Ken had to put it out because of the smoke.)
Even with my fear of fire I have to admit to a fascination for it. The wood was glowing from within; there were golden salamander-flames dancing along the upper edges, not-quite-touching the burning wood itself, and small intense blue flames were licking in the interstices of branches. The rippling effect of the heat variations along the wood was hypnotically beautiful.
Perhaps I'm afraid of fire because I know how easily it could swallow me up.
To my surprise most of yesterday's aches and pains have gone (though not in my hands, unfortunately) - I suppose I must be getting used to the physical exercise. (Rather startled me to look in the mirror and realise I actually have visible bicep and tricep muscle now!) We're all ready for tomorrow: Kai's hair's pruned (bratling wriggled so much I managed to cut his fringe too short, dammit, but it doesn't look too bad), his name tags in, his orange peeled for his breaktime fruit (that's new - he's decided over the holiday that he likes them, so now we can alternate apples and oranges), rucksack sorted. He's quite excited, new class, new teacher - and I think he's had enough of the holiday, looking forward to getting back to school.
We've had a letter from John Cabot inviting us to the open day on Thursday 8th or Thursday 15th - I'll take Kai this Thursday, I think. He's excited about that as well. I love the way he's so enthusiastic about his school, his future - his life, in fact.
I'm taking him in to school tomorrow, then I'm off into town, then to the dentist for my appointment, then back to proof-read: going to have to miss the BCP meeting, no haddock to spare.
Oh dear. I become thoroughly non-PC when I'm tired... [from yesterday's ICQ with Lutra: me in green]
...too much to do. no energy. aching. need slaves....[sigh] Need to try for an early night. Perhaps after Jaws has finished. Heh, seen it umpteen times and it's still compulsive. "It's only an island if you look at it from the water."
Wonder if I can get anything done tonight...